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[capricioussun]

my papyrus thought at this moment: if he went camping it would be cute if he slept in a sleeping bag with a doggy pillow on it. like this but white and with the annoying dog's face instead of a husky (inspired by my kids fighting over who got to sleep in this sleeping bag last night)

I want to draw this sooo badly that's so cute 😭😭😭 you just know his regular sleeping bag went missing and now this just invites that little white fiend to come and keep him trapped in there by falling asleep on his legs even worse than before >=<[[[

[lvmimis]

MIMI DAY!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! you're so loved and your presence is a blessing!! may your day and your whole year be filled with joy and laughter!!!

thank you ru!!!! can’t wait to get sucker punched by one of your thirsts again or wonder why i’m seeing the sMe post ten times on my dash again ❤️

[pixel-canary]

[The moment Emu's villain arc ends I'm going to start Nene's.Ehe]

[stingslikeabee]

“I have changed over time. That’s what people do. People aren’t stagnant. We evolve in reaction to our pleasures and our pains.”

unscripted asks . always accepting

Ever since Melissa was but a child, she had dreamed about sunshine and the sea; perhaps it was because of the ever-looming plate structure and the suffocating notion a girl like herself felt when trapped under not only just steel and concrete, but the dispassion of an absent father or the iron-like rule of Corneo. The idea of the beach was a fantasy - very much like freedom.

As the fragile flower blossomed into the queen of a gilded cage, not much changed in relation to such ideals. Sure, she knew that getting to the coast was not as impossible as it had once been - but Melissa lacked the authorizations, the means to be extracted from the slums safely and to ensure that her girls would be well looked after if she somehow managed to get away. After all, what stopped Corneo from seizing control and harming the most precious things she had?

But nothing had prepared the madame for what life had in store - from the moment where she was forced to house an auction for Rufus Shinra to being a witness to how that same man personally destroyed a creation so vile that could have taken more innocent lives than they ever dreamed, Melissa had frankly gone through all the spectrum with the heir to an empire. For someone who supposedly was supportive of second chances and blank slates - or so every girl coming to the Honey Bee Inn could claim - the madame took her time to apply the same benefit to Rufus.

With Corneo no longer being a threat, Melissa did not need to physically remain at the inn at all times; in a long time since what felt forever - there was a time to step back, inhale deeply and relax. Next to Rufus Shinra, her authority was reduced to something symbolic only - if anything, it fell to him to protect his companion and that role reversal was strangely... Comforting.

Even more so when it came with a view, with the ocean waves moving back and forth as if nothing could disturb their gentle rhythm. Not the deranged plans of over-ambitious scientists or greedy politicians; even less so the twists and turns of people with a legacy attached to their name or those disposing of it altogether in view of the memories they carried.

It was Melissa's first time at Costa del Sol and it was hard for the madame to think of a moment where she had felt more alive - not even their little Kalm trips compared.

And it showed in how endlessly fascinated she looked - at the landscape, the beach resort facilities or the impossibly long days. It was pretty much like a dream while being real, even more so when she was able to shift into summer dresses instead of cocktail ones, to wear sunglasses for a change and appreciate the unique, salty scent of the ocean that nothing could describe except for firsthand experience.

"I never thought someone named Shinra would make one of my dreams come true," Melissa remarked with an amused edge to her voice, partially bent over the balcony and using a folded arm and open palm as the resting place for her head. It would be almost impossible to draw her attention from the scenery - but a chuckle from the man occupying a chair next to her did just that.

“I have changed over time. That’s what people do," Rufus replied calmly, eyes of icy blue looking warmer under the glow of sunset. Or perhaps that was just really a figment of Melissa's imagination, although the man's words were precisely proving her insistence on painting Shinras under a bad light to be widely incorrect, "People aren’t stagnant. We evolve in reaction to our pleasures and our pains.”

The brunette ended up turning to face him - ignoring all that held her attention to just gaze at Rufus with open wonder. A gentle provocation, an amused retort, a joke - many were the possibilities for Rufus' declaration, particularly after everything that had faced together; but for once, Melissa decided she did not care to further label or elaborate on that.

Whatever this was - it was good; she was going to embrace it.

"...That we do. I just never pictured you as some sort of wish-granter. Perhaps I should adjust my expectations accordingly," the madame chuckled, leaving the support of the balcony railings to approach the chair and lower herself to the his eye level. Rufus did not move a muscle in response; if anything, he only looked at her with interest in the next move of that dance.

"In that case, Rufus, I have been informed by the hotel staff that Costan Christmas is different. The eve of the 24th is what matters and they are preparing a feast for midnight. Since we are here..." the madame paused, smiling at him next - and just the type he had seen Melissa using on many others before; a curve of lips that was the predecessor to a plea (or an order) which she would not rest until it was fulfilled.

"I think it would be in poor taste for either of us to miss it, and I would hate to be all by myself downstairs," a slightly dramatic sigh followed, but Melissa's ask was genuine, "It's the season to be grateful for - and I am grateful to be here," the woman explained, a hand moving to find his - just enough for a light press there, as a physical affirmation of the words that followed.

"With you."

[runbi]

maybe i do wanna be coddled, what about it?

[nvathuw]

đôi lúc đăng tranh lên xong r nhận đc mấy cmt tích cực của mn làm t vui lắm í

[amoressb]

───── AISHITERU 西村 力 N. RK

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ when he teaches you some japanese ｡｡ ʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. fluff & wc. 0.8k ; kissing, skinship, petnames ｡｡

─────ARCHiVE

the soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the thin window screens, bathing the small room in warm hues of orange and gold. you sat cross legged on the carpet, nervously fidgeting with your notebook. your boyfriend, riki, sat across from you, his dark eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and tenderness.

“relax baby,” riki said, his voice gentle but teasing. “its just japanese. you don’t have to look like you’re about to take an exam.” you laughed nervously, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “easy for you to say. you grew up speaking it. for me, it’s like trying to read a secret code.”

riki chuckled and reached out, tapping your notebook with his pen. “that’s what im here for and by the end of this, you’ll be a pro or at least, you’ll know enough to get by when we visit my family next month.”

the thought of meeting his family made your heart race. you wanted to make a good impression and part of that meant learning at least a little japanese. riki had been so patient, offering to teach you himself and though you struggled, you couldn’t help but enjoy these quiet, intimate lessons with him.

“alright,” riki said, adjusting his posture. “let’s start with something simple. how do you say ‘hello’ in japanese?” “kon…konnichiwa?” you replied hesitantly, your accent slightly off.

riki smiled, nodding. “good! just soften the ‘ni’ a bit. it’s more like konn-ee-chee-wah. try again baby.” you repeated it, this time with more confidence. rikis face lit up with approval, “perfect! see? you’re already getting the hang of it.”

riki went through a few more basics with you—“good morning,” “good evening,” “thank you”—him correcting your pronunciation here and there, always with an encouraging smile. when you nailed a particularly tricky word, he would give you a small cheer, making you laugh.

after a while, you leaned back and let out a dramatic sigh. “this is hard work. do i at least get a reward for all my effort?” riki raised an eyebrow, feigning seriousness. “a reward? what kind of teacher do you think i am? you have to earn it.”

you pouted, leaning forward slightly. “i think you’re the kind of teacher who wants to see his student happy.” riki couldnt help but laugh, shaking his head. “alright, alright. let’s see if you can handle this next phrase and maybe ill consider it.”

he leaned closer, his expression softening as he said, “say this: aishiteru.” you tilted your head, trying to repeat the unfamiliar word. “ai-shi-te-ru?” riki nodded, his smile widening. “that’s right baby ! do you know what it means?” you shook your head, your curiosity piqued. “what does it mean?” rikis gaze held yours, and his voice was soft as he said, “it means, ‘i love you.’”

your cheeks flushed instantly, your heart skipping a beat. for a moment, you couldn’t speak, your eyes searching his as if to confirm he wasn’t just teasing you but the sincerity in his expression made your heart melt.

“you love me hm?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper. riki reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “of course i do, baby. i love you more than anything.”

the words hung in the air, warm and intimate, like a secret meant only for the two of you. you felt your chest swell with emotion and before you could stop yourself, you leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips. riki was caught off guard but quickly melted into the kiss, his hand resting lightly on your cheek. when you two pulled apart, you were smiling, your eyes shimmering with happiness.

“i love you too,” you said, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach. rikis face lit up and he leaned in to kiss you again, this time a little longer, a little deeper. when you two finally broke apart, you couldnt help but giggle.“looks like i earned my reward after all,” you teased, your cheeks still flushed.

riki laughed, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “you’ve earned more than that but let’s see if you can say it now. try: aishiteru.” you took a deep breath, your eyes never leaving his. “aishiteru nishimura riki.”

the way you said it—soft, sincere, and full of love—made his heart skip a beat. he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. “you’re amazing,” he murmured against your lips. “and just for that, i think you deserve another lesson.”

you laughed, pulling back slightly to look at him. “what’s the next lesson? how to say, ‘my boyfriend is the sweetest person ever’?” riki grinned, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. “how about this, we take a break and i just teach you how to say ‘kiss me again.’”

their laughter filled the room as the golden light of the setting sun gave way to the soft glow of the moon and in that moment, all you could think was how lucky you were to have him.

[makis-eyebrows]

Little Polesitters

After Y/n meets George Russell's daughter, a new version of her sparked out of her, making Alex question how and when it all happened.

Race Weekend – Silverstone Grand Prix

The paddock buzzed with energy and anticipation—drivers preparing, fans cheering, cameras flashing. But amidst all the grown-up chaos, two little girls were the center of a different kind of attention.

Seven-year-old Y/n Albon, daughter of Alex Albon and his girlfriend Lily Muni He, had always been the quiet type. She’d cling to her mum’s leg during press days and would hide behind her dad’s arms when new people tried to talk to her. Soft-spoken, shy, and gentle—Y/n was the polar opposite of the roar of Formula 1.

That was, until she met Amelia Russell.

Amelia, George Russell’s equally seven-year-old daughter, was a ball of sunshine and endless energy, much like her mother, Carmen Montero Mundt. Curious, bold, and unapologetically chatty, she had no trouble striking up conversations with anyone—even if they were triple her age or size. When the Russells and Albons first met up for a playdate during the Spanish Grand Prix a year ago, nobody expected a spark like the one that happened between the girls.

“Hi. I like your shoes,” Amelia had said with a wide smile, bouncing in her pink Crocs.

Y/n had blinked, unsure of what to say. She glanced down at her own Crocs—yellow, with tiny panda pins clipped into the holes.

“They match mine! See?” Amelia pointed. “Wanna play?”

From that moment on, something shifted. Y/n nodded. And just like that, they were inseparable.

Fast Forward to Silverstone

Lily adjusted the little denim jacket on Y/n’s shoulders while the girl impatiently wriggled. “She’s here! I saw her car!”

“Okay, okay, hold still for one second—” Lily laughed, trying to fix the heart-shaped hair clip that was moments from falling off her daughter’s head.

Just then, Amelia came racing through the hospitality gates in a pastel purple dress, holding her dad George’s hand and nearly dragging him along.

“Y/N!!!”

“AMELIA!!!”

The paddock turned at the loud, unfiltered joy coming from two tiny humans. Y/n bolted from her mother’s side and collided into her best friend in a whirlwind of giggles and matching glitter sneakers.

“LOOK! We matched again without even trying!” Amelia squealed.

Y/n’s eyes sparkled. “And your hair clip is the same as mine!”

George and Alex stood side-by-side, shaking their heads with amused smiles as their daughters began to dance in circles together.

“Did they text each other again?” Alex asked.

“Mate,” George chuckled, “they don’t even have phones. Amelia made me call Lily just so she could describe the outfit she wanted to wear today. In detail.”

Carmen walked over with Lily, both laughing as they watched the chaos unfold.

“They’re like two little fireworks,” Carmen smiled. “It's hard to believe Y/n used to be so quiet.”

“She still is,” Lily said fondly. “Except around Amelia.”

Later That Day – Inside the Williams Motorhome

Between interviews and race strategy meetings, Alex popped into the hospitality lounge. The girls were huddled in a corner with crayons and markers, drawing what appeared to be a giant heart-shaped racetrack, complete with little stick figures of themselves holding trophies.

“We’re gonna be racers too,” Amelia declared.

“Yeah,” Y/n nodded confidently, her shyness nowhere to be seen. “We’ll be team... Al-Rus.”

Alex burst out laughing. “Al-Rus, huh? That sounds terrifying.”

“Terrifyingly fast,” Amelia grinned, throwing a wink at George, who had just entered.

George knelt down beside them. “You two better be nice to your pit crews.”

“We are the pit crews,” Y/n replied, looking very serious.

The entire room melted.

Back on the Grid

As the race weekend unfolded, the two girls remained joined at the hip—matching hats, shared snacks, and even coordinated cheers for both their dads.

Y/n still wasn’t much of a talker with most people. But Amelia? She had flipped a switch inside her.

Whenever someone asked about her best friend, Y/n would always answer the same thing, with a small but certain smile:

“She makes me feel brave.”

And that's number 2 for me. I actually quite like doing this, honestly.

I was told I should turn my previous story into a series, but I'm not too sure cuz I'm scared I'll lose the plot, then I'll look slow.😭

But other than that, yall are still open to send requests and stuff.

That's Gang Gang out!!!♡

[triona-tribblescore]

RU-RU!!!! RUF!!! IM IM IM- HELP. STOP. PLEASE. KFKFNFLFNLFNFKFKLDDKD WHEN I SAY I AUDIBLY CRIED-

NAHHH NAHH YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME!!! EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS IS IS SO SO GREAT I LITERALLY WAS FANGIRLING TO MY SISTER RUF IM DEAD-

@triona-tribblescore's dtiys!✨️✨️✨️

TRIONAAAAAA CONGRATULATIONS ON 2K YOU'RE GORGEOUS ODKDLDRLLR AND DESERVE EVEN MORE TBH 💕✨️💖💕✨️

Wanted to draw something light

Lil bonus, SORRY LWOFKEKF

You are a wonderful person, I follow you almost all the time that I exist on tumblr and I hope that you will delight us with your works for a long time to come 💖

[lvmimis]

mimi!!!! hello, how have u been?? 👀💞 gotta tell u 💖🍓🎀⭐️🍀 hehe <3 kissing u btw

wahhh ru this is so cute!! i feel the same way about your writing !!! i hope you're well!! <33 and i'm doing okay

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

He’s Not A Machine!

main masterlist | supernatural masterlist

summary: when dean collapses from exhaustion, it takes everything in you not to beat the shit outta john

pairing: (stanford era) dean winchester x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 4.0k

warnings: hurt/sad dean, language, john being a terrible father, john being an asshole in general but what else is new

pairing note: reader washes/brushes her hair

author’s note: hiiii me again after many moons of zero contact with this lovely website. sorry for taking so long, hopefully i’ll stay a while this time lol.

It’d been nearly four weeks of back-to-back hunts. This was the seventh motel you and the two Winchesters had been at this month and you were almost ready to call it a night. 

“I’m gonna wash this wraith stench off of me,” you told Dean. You then added quietly so John—who was sitting at the table and cleaning his guns—wouldn’t hear; “Would you like to join me, handsome?”

“More than anything,” he whispered before he bent down and kissed you. John coughed loudly, and you weren’t sure if it was just a perfectly timed accident or a purposeful guilt trip. It was most likely the latter. “But… I think it’s better if I don’t, sweetheart.”

You smiled sadly with a small nod; “Next time, then,” you assured him. You looked up into his eyes and noticed the tiredness laced with the usual burden he carried. He blinked unusually slowly as if he was trying his damndest to stay awake, and you furrowed your brows. “How about you head to bed, you can shower after you get some sleep.”

“It’s alright, I’m not that tired,” he said.

“Hey, are you feeling okay?” you asked him, barely above a whisper so that John wouldn’t hear.

John didn’t like you. He didn’t really trust your intentions with his son, and he thought you were just a distraction that would end up getting Dean killed if he wasn’t careful. He didn’t like how easily Dean would get ‘all giggly’ when he was near you, and he didn’t like that his son kept his guard down when he was with you.

He didn’t like the matching rings you wore, or that you too often referred to the other as husband or wife when a stranger would ask. You weren’t married, you were his fucking girlfriend and John fully believed you wouldn’t still be together by the time Sam finished his first four years at Stanford. 

“I’m fine,” he replied, matching your quiet tone. “I’ll shower right after you so don’t use up all the hot water, okay?” There was a teasing smirk on his face which made your worries subside temporarily.

“I promise to leave you some,” you said before you kissed him once more.

**

“Dean are you okay?” you asked, seeing the far-off look in his eyes when you left the bathroom.

“Yeah, I uh…” He rubbed his eyes as he tried to again focus on your face. He looked over at his dad, who raised a brow at his eldest son. “I’m fine, sweetheart.”

You followed his line of sight and pursed your lips when you saw John.

“Dean says he’s fine, drop it Y/n,” he told you.

Against your better judgment, you decided not to ask Dean again. With your hair still wet from the shower, you took the brush from your bag and started fixing it. 

“Aren’t you gonna shower, babe?” you asked Dean, who hadn’t moved an inch.

“Uh, yeah,” he said. He started to kick off his shoes when he tripped and fell straight to the floor, his cheek now pressed against the carpet.

“Dean!?” you exclaimed and hurried over to him. You fell to your knees and took him into your arms, shaking him gently in hopes he’d just wake up. “Dean? Dean, honey, please? J-John he’s not waking up!” You pressed your lips to his temple; “C’mon, Dean!”

John had left his spot on the couch and was now hovering over you, as you looked up at him desperately.

“Is he breathing?”

“Yeah,” you replied, tears slipping down your cheeks. John helped you lay Dean down so he could check his breathing.

“He seems fine,” John deduced. “Is there a wound we missed or something?”

“W-We need to call an ambulance,” you said and rushed to grab your phone off the nightstand.

“Y/n, Dean wouldn’t want us to call the cops,” John replied. He seemed a little too calm for your liking, so you weren’t about to let him call the shots regarding Dean’s wellbeing.

“I don’t care, we’re getting him to the fucking hospital,” you said as you dialed and made your way back to Dean. “Now hide your goddamn guns before the paramedics get here—I need an ambulance at the Rosebud Motel room 302, my husband just collapsed unexpectedly.” You ignored the look John gave you when you called Dean that. The operator asked questions and you answered each one; “Yes, he’s breathing… No, no bleeding… He’s twenty-five… Uhm, I’m not sure…” You pulled the phone from your ear; “Has he had anything to drink yet tonight?”

John was putting away the guns and paused to think before he shrugged; “I dunno, I wasn’t watching.” 

Your eyes widened and your teeth clenched, the fucking audacity. Looking at the table you saw three opened beers so you made an educated guess when you answered the 9-1-1 operator.

“He might’ve had a beer or two, but he’s not a lightweight, he’d never pass out after two beers… Yes, his dad is in the room with me… Yes, I can stay on the line.” You took in a shaky breath as you brought his hand to your lips and kissed his knuckles. 

“Just stay calm, ma’am, help is on the way.”

“I’m trying,” you replied, tears streaming down your cheeks as you kept his hand pressed to your lips. “Th-This isn’t like him, he’s–he’s always okay.”

**

You bounced your leg anxiously as you sat next to John in the waiting room. As you absentmindedly played with the ring on your right ring finger, you couldn’t help but think of the time when Dean had told you how much you truly meant to him almost three years ago.

* flashback *

“I got you a present.” His smile was adorable as he sat next to you on the couch. He saw your face light up and felt the need to downplay the gift; “It’s nothing much, don’t get too excited.”

“Dean, you could give me a dirty sock and I’d love it,” you teased, placing a quick kiss on his pink lips.

“Well… this is like one teer above ‘dirty sock’, I think.” He smirked and handed you the small velvet box. 

You opened it and your jaw fell open; “Oh my god, Dean!”

“I know how much you like mine,” he said quietly.

“I do like yous,” you took his right hand in yours and kissed the ring on his finger, “I love yours, Dean.”

“Well, this one is exactly like mine.” He smiled. “Except it’s in your size, obviously, so we can… you know… match.” You took the ring out of the box and admired it for a moment. You were about to put it on but he stopped you; “May I do the honors, sweetheart?” he asked. You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips as you nodded and he took it from you. He slipped the ring onto your right ring finger before he kissed your hand. 

“I mean this in the most genuine way possible; this is by far the best gift anyone has ever gotten me, Dean! Ever!”

A sheepish blush was forming on his cheeks as he leaned over and kissed your lips; “I love you so much.” He pulled away so he could look at you; “And, I want you to know this isn’t a regular gift.”

“Yeah?” you asked, your smile growing. 

“Yeah,” he replied and kissed you again. When he pulled away again he chickened out a little and didn’t say what he was going to. “You’re twenty-one, which means you can now legally drink in all fifty states.” He stood up, pulling on your hand gently so you would follow him to the kitchen. He took two beers out of the fridge and put them on the table. He used the ring on his finger to easily open one then handed the other to you. “Why don’t you give it a try.”

It took you a few tries but you managed to open the beer using the ring he just gave you; “Okay, now that’s awesome!”

“Happy birthday, sweetheart!” Dean said and you clinked your beers together before you both started drinking them. As he brought the bottle down from his lips, he watched as you kept drinking and smiled to himself. He suddenly felt the courage he felt when he bought the ring and decided to tell you his thoughts; “You know you’re the only girl for me, right?” You nodded with a smile. “I don’t just mean ‘for now’ I mean like forever. That’s the real meaning behind the ring, I love you and I want to be with you for the rest of our lives.”

You couldn’t help the happy tears beginning to sting your eyes as you looked up at him; “Forever?”

“Forever.”

* end of flashback *

You were shaken back to cruel reality by the sound of John’s voice beside you; “What’s taking them so long? We’ve gotta get back on the fuckin’ road.”

“Are you fucking serious right now?” you scoffed and looked at him. “Dean might be in serious trouble, and you’re thinking about the next hunt!?”

“Dean’s gonna be fine.” He rolled his eyes.

“We don’t know that,” you replied. You again started fiddling with the ring Dean had given to you.

“You know that ring doesn’t make you two husband and wife,” John commented. 

You stood up abruptly, not wanting to say what was running through your head; Yeah, and Dean being so fucking perfect doesn’t make you a good father.

“Dean Smith’s next of kin?” the doctor asked. 

“I’m his wife, this is his dad,” you said. “H-How is he?”

“He’ll be fine,” she replied. “He has a very minor concussion from when his head hit the floor, but he just needs some rest.”

“What happened?” John asked. 

“He fainted from over-exhaustion, he’s gonna be okay.”

“Over-exhaustion?” You furrowed your brows, placing a hand over your chest. “B-But he’s been eating fine? A-And sleeping as much as me, I think?”

“Actually,” John interrupted, “he’s been helping me with research at night, he doesn’t sleep as much as you.” 

Never in your life had you wanted to knee John Winchester in the balls as badly as you wanted to at that moment.

“How many hours a night are you sleeping, hun?” the doctor asked you.

“Like three to five… every other night,” you admitted. “And that’s always been enough! If it wasn’t, Dean could’ve just taken a nap he didn’t have to—fuck.”

“Can we see him?” John asked.

“He’s still asleep but yes, you can go and see him,” she replied.

On the way to Dean’s room, you kept wondering how this all happened—how did Dean get so fucking tied he collapsed!? If he was staying up at night, why didn’t he just sleep in the car? You would’ve happily driven Baby, and it’s not like you hadn’t done that before—Dean’s love language was sharing that fucking car.

“This hasn’t ever happened before, right?” you asked John. 

“Never,” he replied. “Guess Dean’s just not as strong as he used to be.”

“Excuse me?” you seethed and stopped in your tracks, pulling John to a halt as well. “Dean is a fucking hero but he is not a machine, he’s a fucking human being who’s been treated like a soldier since he was six-fucking-years-old!”

“If you wanna say something, fucking say it!” John exclaimed. 

“Oh, I am saying it! How fucking dare you work him so hard that he lands in the fucking emergency room!”

“We all know in this line of work, we have to do what we have to do!”

You slapped him hard across the face and your eyes widened when you realized what you did. 

“Dean is your son,” you said, quickly changing your facial expression back into one of pure rage. “He is your fucking child and you’ve been treating him like shit for far too long. He deserves better, he doesn’t deserve to be so fucking exhausted that he collapses.”

You walked away and into Dean’s room. Seeing him lying in the hospital bed made your heart break as tears welled in your eyes. 

“Oh god,” you mumbled. “Dean.” You quickly pulled up a chair so you could sit next to his bed and patiently wait for him to wake up. John did the same, though he seemed annoyed by the fact Dean was still asleep. 

You weren’t sure how long had passed before John got fed up; “Can you press the button for the nurse so we can ask when he’s supposed to wake up?”

“I think we should just let him sleep, don’t you?” you whispered, not knowing if Dean had been sedated or if he was just resting like normal.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion, I told you to call the damn nurse,” he said, raising his voice which caused Dean to stir awake.

“Hey sweetheart,” Dean said groggily, his eyes half-hooded as he brought your hand to his lips and placed a kiss on your knuckles. He then dropped your hand and rubbed his eyes to wake himself up. “This isn’t the motel,” he realized. He noticed John sitting at the other side of the bed and he sat up a little, trying to somewhat compose himself. “Wh-What happened?”

“I’ll fill you in,” John said. “Y/n, why don’t you go grab us some coffee so I can talk with my son?”

All your instincts told you not to leave the two Winchesters alone but what choice did you have? You didn’t want to start another fight with John, you were tired too, and you didn’t want Dean worrying.

“Yeah, sure,” you said. You took the time to bend down and place a loving kiss on Dean’s forehead, causing him to smile. “No coffee for you though, you need more sleep,” you told him before you left the room. 

About ten minutes later you walked back in and the sight practically made your eyes bulge out of your skull as your jaw flew open. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you asked and placed the two cups to the side. 

“Dad said there’s a hunt,” Dean said matter-of-factly. “I can sleep in the car or something, let’s go.” He started to stand up so you pushed him back down. 

“How fucking dare you!” you exclaimed at John, who stood on the other side of the bed. “How dare you tell him to suit up right now! He is staying here in this hospital, and he is getting some goddamn sleep!”

“That is not your decision,” John replied. “If Dean says he’s fine, then he’s fine.”

“You realize those are the exact words you said to me before your son collapsed, right?” you scoffed. “Dean lay back down now,” you told him as you began taking his boots off. “You are staying here for the night, you understand me?”

“Don’t you boss him around!” John exclaimed. “Dean and I are leaving here now.”

“You can leave if you want to, but Dean is staying put!” you replied, matching his tone. 

“No, he is not!” John yelled. 

You’d never fought with John like this, usually yelling and getting yelled at made your eyes tear up in the most inconvenient way. But this? Dean’s health? You were not about to back down. Not one single tear dared to appear in your eyes as you looked at John with such anger you wanted to slap him across the face… again.

“Why don’t we get a third opinion?” you suggested.

“Yeah, Dean, do you wanna sit here like a pussy or do you wanna go save some fucking lives?” John turned to look at him.

“Don’t answer that,” you said quickly. “I meant, let’s call the nurse and see what they have to say about it.”

Before John could protest, you walked over and pressed the button. It took half a minute—during which you and John stared daggers at each other—but soon the nurse walked in.

“How is everyone?” she asked, noticing the tension in the room.

“Do you think this young man here can leave yet? He’s doing fine and wants to go home,” John said. 

“Let me check his chart,” she replied before doing so. “I would have to no, he should definitely stay here and get some much-needed rest.”

“Is there a doctor—” John started but you stopped him.

“Goddamn it John!” you scoffed. “He is not leaving!” 

“You are not his fucking family!” John shouted, much louder than before. “I am! You aren’t his wife, you aren’t his sister, you aren’t his fucking mother—you are just his current girlfriend, and believe me that’ll fucking change in a heartbeat. You are not in charge of what Dean does, you are not family.” There was a short pause as your eyes brimmed with tears yet you refused to let them fall. John sighed and continued; “I am Dean’s father, I know what’s best for him, and I say he’s packing his things and getting the hell outta here.”

The nurse looked absolutely shocked, her jaw hanging open. The look John gave her made her hurry out of the room.

“Dad,” Dean said, seeing the tears in your eyes. “Dad, you can yell at me all you want, I’m your kid but…” He exhaled shakily as John turned to look at him with a frustrated look. “But you can’t talk to her like that, you just can’t. You might not think of her as family but that’s on you, she is a part of my family, Dad. And yeah, we might not be legally married or whatever but she’s not just my current girlfriend? She basically is my wife, we’re not just… dating?” Dean looked at his father with a sense of desperation, John just had to apologize and you could all drop it. Of course, John, being a stubborn bastard, held his ground and crossed his arms authoritatively. “I-If you aren’t gonna take back what you just said to her y-you can go on this next hunt alone.”

“Excuse me?” John scoffed. 

“You heard me,” Dean replied. “She’s everything to me and I can’t sit idly by while you talk to her like that.”

“So you’re talkin’ back to me now? Like Sammy?” John asked. “Refusing to take orders?”

“This isn’t about me, Dad!” Dean said, his face twisted with guilt. “You know I follow any orders you give, that I’m quick to obey. But you saying Y/n isn’t family? I-I’m sorry but I can’t let that slide, Dad.”

John huffed and abruptly left the room.

“I’m sorry,” you said to Dean the moment John was out of earshot.

“Me too.” Dean smiled sadly as you both wiped your eyes quickly.

“Why don’t we get these jeans off of you so you can be more comfortable?” you suggested patting his shin.

His brows shot up; “Really? Here? Now?”

“Dean, no!” you chuckled, shaking your head. “I meant comfortable so you can go to sleep!”

“Oh…yeah, that makes more sense.” His trademark cocky smile was back and that made your own smile return to your now tear-stained face.

“I’m serious about you staying put, you know.” You nodded toward his pants and he got the message. 

“You can be real stubborn, you know that?” he laughed as he hurried and slipped his pants off. You folded them up and put them on the chair along with his belt. He shrugged off his jacket and you tossed it on top of where the pants sat. 

“Get under the covers,” you said. He rolled his eyes playfully but he obliged nonetheless. 

“Happy?” He smiled when he was comfortable in the bed. 

You nodded; “I love you, Dean.” You leaned down and placed a kiss on his lips, causing his smile to turn more genuine. 

“Hey,” the doctor interrupted as she walked into the room, “Nurse Roberts just told me about the little outburst… everything okay in here?”

“Yeah, just a little misunderstanding is all,” you replied. “But it’s all settled—Dean’s staying the night.”

“That’s good to hear,” she said with a smile. “I’ve gotta be honest I’ve never seen anything like this.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, clearly anxious about her statement.

“I just meant that your husband is very healthy,” she assured you; “I’ve never seen a young, healthy man like him just collapse from over-exhaustion.”

“First time for everything I guess,” Dean laughed nervously.

You glared at him; “Not funny, babe.”

“She’s right,” the doctor backed you up. “Now, whatever you’ve been doing recently that caused you to lose this much sleep, get this stressed you need to quit it right here, right now.”

“It’s our job, we can’t just… quit,” you said. “But I will definitely keep a closer eye on him from now on, make sure he’s getting enough sleep.”

“You can’t put this all on her, you understand me, Mr. Smith?” She looked at Dean before he nodded shyly. “Mrs. Smith you need to fix your own sleeping habits as well — if you both don’t smarten up and take better care of yourselves, you will definitely be right back here before the end of the year. You got that?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Dean said. 

“Good.” She nodded. “Now, I’m gonna give you a small dose of a mild sedative to help you fall asleep, alright?” She said as she made her way over to Dean’s IV bag to give him the sedative. “You ripped this out the second you woke up, didn’t you?” She asked him when she realized the needle was no longer in his arm. “You two, I swear!” She started preparing to simply inject Dean with the sedative but you stopped her.

“Is there maybe like a pill equivalent to what you’re giving him? He doesn’t really like needles,” you said. 

“There is, would you prefer that?” she asked Dean, and he nodded vigorously. “Alright, I’ll go and grab that for you then. Mrs. Smith the chair in the corner folds out into a small bed if you two don’t want to share one.”

“Oh, that’s alright, I’m not tired,” you said. 

She gave you a look; “Seriously? Hun, what did we just talk about?”

“I get that, but I know Dean’s not gonna sleep properly if he doesn’t feel safe.”

“This is a hospital, it’s safe,” she said. 

“Sorry,” you said with a small shrug, and again she sighed.

At that moment, John decided to walk back into the room, making your breath hitch a little before the doctor left to get the meds for Dean. 

“It’s alright, you two get some sleep; I’ll keep watch,” he said as he made his way over to the chair and sat down. 

“You sure, dad? I thought you said there was a job nearby?” Dean asked. 

John looked at you and smiled ever-so-slightly. Maybe it was something you had said to him, maybe John didn’t want you being alone with Dean while he was so weak, or maybe there never was a job and he didn’t have anything better to do than stay with his son. 

For whatever reason, John Winchester sighed and answered; “You’re more important, Dean. Your safety is more important. Now quit whining and get some sleep.”

Dean pulled the covers back, silently asking you to join him in the bed and, of course, you obliged. You gave him a quick kiss on the lips before getting comfortable in his arms.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he said, kissing your temple. 

“I love you more,” you replied, making him let out a soft laugh. 

“You always gotta one-up me, huh?” he chuckled. 

“Uh-huh,” you giggled. His arms tightened around your frame as he tucked your head under his chin. John couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt for treating not only you but his own son so poorly. Every time John saw Dean be this relaxed and happy, you were always the cause. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.

By the time the doctor got back about seven minutes later, you and Dean were both fast asleep; the latter letting out snores that gently moved your hair with each breath. She smiled a little at the sight and decided to duck back out of the room so as not to wake you two.

[jlheon]

౨ৎ — who ru ? (lhs)

pairing. situationship! lee heeseung x fem! reader synopsis. enha try to figure you out genre. fluff & est. relationship at end wc. 2069 notes. ft. enhypen library.

none of heeseung’s members knew your name. 

which was ironic since they saw you nearly every day off they had. usually passing by heeseung’s slightly ajar door and taking a double take after seeing a female figure, then realizing it's just you, and wondering if you were heeseung's girl-friend or girlfriend.

they had grown used to your presence in the almost six months of you constantly around their home. yet nobody could ever figure out your name and who you were. 

despite running into you in the dorms multiple times none of the six had ever muttered anything more than a mere ‘hi’ or ‘sorry’ while passing. 

they always saw you around the dorms at least two times a week. though never once did they recall seeing you enter or leave. their eldest never brought you up, feeding into the idea you were some imaginary person.

heeseung was good at everything, including sneaking you in and out.

all of them being scared to say anything to you. acting like your identity was classified when they could just ask heeseung or you who you were.

but of course, riki loved to make anything and everything into a competition. 

after betting with his hyungs’ on who could figure out your name first, he spotted you in the house, residing in heeseung’s lap while he did some work on his computer. face buried in his neck while he typed away. 

riki camped out in the bathroom, with the door open, pretending to be cleaning the mirror. scrubbing the same corner repeatedly for almost ten minutes, waiting for you to use the bathroom. surely you would need to get up soon.

when he concluded that he couldn’t clean the mirror forever, he picked up his toothbrush and brushed his teeth. 

after brushing his teeth for a solid three minutes his plan was finally set into action. 

“hi riki,” you knocked on the open door. “how long do you need to brush your teeth for?”

“howdoyouknowmyname-” he spit out the toothpaste in shock. 

“riki, i’m here all the time,” you replied. “and you’re also a famous idol.”

“oh yeah..” he wiped his face with a towel from the counter. “why don’t i know your name though.”

“you’ve never asked,” you shrugged your shoulders at the younger boy covered in toothpaste. “do you mind if i wash my face, i think you’ve brushed your teeth thoroughly enough.”

“yeah of course,” riki set his toothbrush back in its holder and moved towards the door.

“you missed a spot by the way,” pointing to your chin to show where the toothpaste was left on him, lightly shutting the door.

riki’s plan had failed. 

the next to try and talk to you was jake.

he was confident that he could get your name out if you. maybe he’d even be good enough to figure out if you were heeseung’s girlfriend or not.

it was the day after riki had run into you in the bathroom. since it was their break before the long comeback season jake knew that you would probably be sleeping over. giving him the perfect opportunity to ask heeseung and you if you both wanted to eat ramen with him.

once the time on his phone read 11:15 he knocked on heeseung’s door.

“come in,”

“hi,” jake opened the door. “i was wondering if you wanted ramen, her too..”

this was perfect. surely heeseung would call you by name when he asked if you were hungry. everyone would owe him dinner for the week.

you and heeseung were on his bed. you cuddled up into his side while you both watched tiktoks on his phone. 

“baby are you hungry?” heeseung leaned down next to your ear. 

baby was not your name. jake frowned.

“no i’m okay hee,” you mumbled. “you can go eat though.”

he kissed your forehead before getting up from his bed to follow jake to the kitchen. 

jake’s plan had also failed, but the fact heeseung had called you a pet name gave him some idea that you weren't just a friend.

the uprise of interactions with the members confused you. they went from running away from you and avoiding looking at you every time you were within six feet of them to constantly seeking you and heeseung out. though it relieved you in a way since you were convinced that heeseung had strictly told them to act as if you didn't exist in the months you had spent together.

you and heeseung were in fact not an item, even though you both wished you were. you've known him since his nerdy bowl cut days in middle school, you weren't close before but after running into you years later that changed.

you knew that he had become an idol, it was hard not to notice when you saw his face on ads. never listening to his group but being able to recognize him if you were asked.

one day when you were on shift, at your then job as a barista at a small place. you had recognized him as you took his order. you didn't want to sound like an obsessed fan if he didn't remember you, so you simply bit your tongue the entire time. he had decided to tip you for bringing him his drink, which made you even more on edge when he left a stray napkin on his table with his number.

after that incident it was clear he recognized you from school, which was more worrying than relieving as he started to show up to your work even more.

eventually, his visiting you at work was not ideal anymore as he stuck out like a sore thumb with how tall he was paired with the black mask and sunglasses he never dared to take off.

alas, he had asked you to hangout somewhere else. now you no longer worked at that cafe and spent all of your free time off from classes being snuck into a kpop boy-group dorm to hang out with a boy who acted like your boyfriend but wasn't. awesome!

after your first encounters with riki and jake everyone followed after.

jay came in to ask if you had any allergies because he was making some lunch, again heeseung addressed you as anything but your real name.

two days later sunoo had sat down next to you on the living room couch and offered you a face mask. you nodded and you guys spent an hour together as heeseung and jay were gone filming for a variety show. right as sunoo was finally confident you guys were casual enough to ask you for your name heeseung walked in.

you jumped up from the couch making your way over and throwing yourself at him. holding onto him like a koala when he picked you up. he greeted sunoo, and brought you all the way to his room. shutting the door behind him.

you didn’t even get the chance to thank sunoo for hanging out with you.

within the same hour jungwon had barged into heeseung’s room, the door banging against the wall. 

“jungwon what the hell!” heeseung scolded, though keeping his voice at a whisper. “don’t you know to knock?”

“this is me exercising my leader privileges,” jungwon crossed his arms and fixed his posture.

“you could have woken her up..” heeseung stroked your hair, as you laid passed out on his chest.

“woken who up?” jungwon said mischievously, heeseung had to say your name now. 

“don’t act dumb, you can literally see her sleeping.” heeseung deadpanned. 

you started to shuffle in your sleep, beginning to wake up. 

“hee?” you grumbled. 

“it’s nothing, baby,” he answered. “just go back to sleep.”

heeseung sent jungwon a glare, shooing him out of the room. so much privacy for having only single room.

right when you thought it was over, it was finally sunghoon’s turn to figure you out. he contemplated creating a list of names that you kind of looked like and just shouting them throughout the house until you answered to one.

but after hearing jungwon explain how heeseung looked like he was about to chase him out of the dorm onto the street after he woke you up, sunghoon decided against his original idea.

he was sat on his bed for almost an hour thinking about what he could do. 

he concluded he should just be straightforward and ask you already. why hadn’t anyone else just asked you?

he let out a horrendous evil laugh that sunoo had given him a weird look for as sunghoon thought about how his plan was foolproof. he was about to be picking dinner every night for everyone.

sunghoon created a list in his head from what he gathered from all the other boys' failed attempts :

knock LIGHTLY on the door

make sure he is not interrupting anything

ask you NOT heeseung

get that free dinner

he waited for everyone to get to their rooms after dinner to make his way to the eldest’s room. you surely couldn’t have possibly fallen asleep yet as the sun had only just set. using his right hand, he softly knocked on the door. heeseung opened the door enough to show you sitting at his desk. 

“hoon?” heeseung questioned.

“i have a question.” sunghoon said firmly, keeping his chin up high, making himself look cocky in the process.

“shoot,” heeseung replied dryly, yawning at the end of his sentence.

“not for you,” sunghoon recalled the list floating around in his head, he pointed at you. “for her.”

overhearing their exchange, you took your attention away from the game you were playing on heeseung’s computer and spun the chair towards sunghoon. heeseung had no choice but to move aside and let the boy in as you had already taken note of his presence. 

“what’s your name? oh, and are you heeseung’s girlfriend?” he smiled, fist-bumping himself in his head as he finally did what the others couldn’t.

“i’m ____,” you grinned, finally happy someone had asked you directly like you and heeseung were hoping for. “i don’t know about the girlfriend part though.”

“____ i swear i was just about to talk to you about that soon-”

“i’m kidding hee!” you giggled. “i don’t understand why it took you guys so long, i’m always here.”

“i don’t know either,” heeseung agreed.  

“yeah right. you strictly told us not to look at her the first time jake caught her inside the dorm,” jay said as he walked into the room. 

one by one the rest of the group filtered into the room. sunghoon gives a whole speech about how he is truly the smartest and the first thing he wants for dinner is steak. which was nothing different from the usual but he was happy that he got to decide. the whole group talked for a few hours in heeseung’s bedroom.

once heeseung saw you yawn he quickly got up and ushered all the guys to get out as you were tired. while he was busy forcing riki to leave you collapsed on his bed and waited for him to join you.

“so girlfriend huh?” you teased as he climbed into the empty spot next to you. 

he scratched the back of his head with a nervous laugh before turning off the lamp on his bedside table. when the lights were off and you could barely make out each other's faces in the dark he spoke up.

“can i be your boyfriend?” he asked, his voice dripping with gentleness. he snuck an arm under your head and pulled you towards his chest.

“i mean i guess so,” you joked, causing heeseung to tickle your sides. 

you squirmed in his grip trying to bite him until he finally gave it a rest. 

you tilted your head up towards his trying to find his lips to give him a short kiss. ultimately missing due to the darkness and kissing his chin instead. the both of you giggled. heeseung then used his free hand to trace around your face to find your lips, bringing his head down to finally connect your lips to his.

the last thing you remembered before drifting off was the sound of heeseung lulling you to sleep with a song he had been working on for their upcoming album.

[ascnsionismx]

Mathias shrugged, "I suppose not, but it is what it is". He was used to pain, he knew it more than comfort at this point. Mathias couldn't escape from it either, so he just embraced it. Call it his godly duty or whatever. He looked at the stranger, cocking his head to the side for a moment.

"Have you ever been in pain? It's easy to ignore after a while. It's numb".

There was something very odd about the guys' aura. Like it had black veins in it. But not exactly veins. It was weird. He'd never seen or felt anything like it before. Like the guy was sick. Maybe he was. It didn't surprise Rus in the last when he said that what he did hurt him. He looked at the animal again and then back to the young looking man.

"Is that the kinda thing you're supposed to get used to man? Familiar or not, seems a little off or something."

[thaatdigitaldiary]

⟢ — THE NASTY SONG

⟢ — pairing : paige bueckers x sorority fem!reader

⟢ — warnings .ᐟ : sexual content

⟢ — author’s note .ᐟ : happy new years everyone! have a safe and beautiful 2025, i love you! (and as discussed with @ohbueckers, im also changing my writing style😭, no more lowercase unfortunately) -- I HOPE YALL KNOW WHAT IM REFERENCING.. THE LIL NUPES/AKA TIKTOKS OF THEM STROLLING IN BARS

⟢ — summary .ᐟ : going to a bar on new years eve while in a sorority was fun, for more than just you.

⟢ — tags .ᐟ : @rosemariiaa @pboogerswbb @cherryswisherz @tndaqlifwy @sierrale8ne @janaelalfysblunt @bueckersbitch @lovegalor333 @juspeaks @ohbueckers @omg-imtumbling @xxloveralways14 @mrsarnold @wbbgetsmewetter @lupinqs @linebg0 @authentic-girl03 @melpthatsme @ashortyluvsports @paigesbabygirl @d3arapril

enjoy! — thaatdigitaldiary

Ted’s was buzzing, a heady mix of clinking glasses, laughter, and the bass-heavy thrum of music. Fairy lights strung across the room glowed warmly, and a countdown clock above the bar ticked down the minutes until midnight. It was New Year’s Eve, and everyone from the UConn campus was here tonight.

You adjusted the hem of your fitted dress, your gold jewelry catching the light as you strolled with purpose through the crowd, “The Nasty Song” by Lil’ Ru playing in the background. You and your sorority sisters decided to end the year in style, and in true fashion, you were leading the group in a mini-stroll, drawing the attention of everyone in the bar. Your moves were precise, smooth, and confident, and your sisters followed suit, clapping and chanting the beat of your tradition.

The room parted slightly as people watched, some cheering, others recording on their phones. It wasn’t your first time commanding a room, but something felt different tonight.

Your eyes scanned the crowd, soaking in the attention, until you locked eyes with her.

Paige Bueckers.

She stood near the bar, a half-empty glass in her hand, her blonde hair tucked neatly behind her ears, framing her sharp cheekbones. She was dressed simply—baggy jeans, a black tee tight around the top of her bicep, hugging her arms perfectly. But Paige carried herself with an ease that made her stand out. Her blue eyes sparkled under the dim lights, and her lips curled into a slow, confident smile as she caught your gaze.

Your step faltered for half a second, but you quickly recovered, lifting your chin slightly.

Paige didn’t look away. If anything, her gaze intensified, and when your group stopped near the corner to regroup, she set her drink on the bar and started making her way toward you.

“Looks like someone’s interested,” one of your sisters teased, nudging you.

“Relax,” you murmured, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

Before you could come up with a game plan, Paige was in front of you, her precense magnetic.

“I liked that,” she said, her voice low but clear enough to cut through the noise. “You always stealin’ shows like that?”

You tilted your head, giving her a coy smile. “Only when the occasion calls for it.”

Paige grinned, leaning slightly closer. “‘Well, you got my attention.”

You laughed softly, feeling your pulse quicken. “Yeah?”

“Hell yeah, ma.”

Her confidence was intoxicating, but she didn’t come off as cocky—just sure of herself, like she knew exactly what she wanted. And right now, it seemed like what she wanted was you.

“You got a name?” She asked, resting an arm casually against the wall behind you, her body language inviting but not overwhelming.

You told her your name, and she repeated it slowly, like she was tasting the sound of it. “I like that,” she said. “I’m Paige, by the way.”

“Yeah, I know who you are,” you replied, the corner of your mouth twitching upward.

“Oh yeah? Tell me what you know, ma?”

“That you’re trouble, Paige,” you shot back, enjoying the way her eyes lit up at your teasing.

“Trouble?” Paige chuckled. “You tryna’ flirt with me, or sum?”

“Maybe.”

——

The conversation flowed easily from there. Paige had a way of making you feel like you were the only person in the room, even with the chaos of the bar swirling around you. She asked about your sorority, your major, your New Year’s resolutions, and you found yourself laughing more than you expected, her charm disarming you at every turn.

As the countdown clocked edged closer to midnight, the energy in the bar shifted. People started crowding together, glasses in hand, as the bartender announced the 10 minute mark.

Paige glanced up at the clock, then back at you. “So,” she said, her voice dropping slightly, “Any special plans for midnight?”

You pretended to think, tapping a finger against your chin. “Not yet. Why? You volunteering for something?”

Her smile turned wickedly sweet. “Maybe. Depends—would you say yes?”

Your heart thudded in your chest as you stepped closer, closing the already narrow space between you. “How long will it take?”

“Five minutes, I swear.”

——

You and Paige stumbled into an empty bathroom, luckily there were actual rooms instead of stalls. She kisses you with so much passion and determination, but the way her large, rough hands lift you up and set you on the bathroom’s countertop makes your head spin.

You throw your arms around her neck, tugging slightly at her long blonde waves pooling past her shoulders, scratching her scalp and making her groan.

“Mmm—five minutes, Bueckers. Make it count.” You say, grabbing her hair in fistfuls to expose her neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses to the exposed skin.

“Yeah, yeah, ma. Keep kissin’ on me.” Paige says, grabbing the straps of your dress, watching it uncover your beautiful frame as she pulls it down, leaving your bra-less tits exposed to the cold air of the bathroom.

Her swollen lips latch onto the side of your neck, sucking at the skin, and making you completely dizzy. You grab onto the belt loops of her jeans, pulling her closer to you.

"We still got four minutes baby, slow down… lemme get you right."

She slowly slides her hand down to your chest, her left hand tweaking and palming at your nipple. Using her other hand, which is deliberately teasing, she spreads your legs apart, to make room for her tall frame to fit between them.

Your thighs sit on the cold counter, the strappy heels you wore slowly coming undone from all the commotion in this past minute. Paige roughly shoves her hand into your panties and cups you, feeling your thrumming clit on her palm, and the wet spot caused by her actions on her knuckles.

"Wet as fuck, mama. Three minutes." Paige then thrusts her middle finger into your pussy. Your soft walls quickly morphing to make room for the intrusion. You softly wince at the impact, throwing your head back.

The way she presses inside of you, learning your body so quickly made you crazy. Her fingers moved inside of you almost as if this moment was meant to be, like she was destined to be in this moment with you. Your eyes start to water from the way she's moving, and her now swollen lips are scattering marks along side your neck.

"Fuck, how much time, ma?" She murmurs into your shoulder, and you whine in response.

"Mmph--, doesn't... fuck--matter. Make me cum."

Paige trades the massaging over your g-spot for slower, deeper trusts into your pussy, adding another finger without warning, earning a louder orgasm from your mouth.

"My God, Paige--please," you manage to pant out, the sensation taking all your strength. It's almost like Paige was sucking the air out of you, the babbling you started up, meaning your climax was approaching.

Your hand quicky shoots to her wrist that was pumping in and out of you, as you try to slow down her movements to calm down your overstimulation.

"Nah, move your hand, take it." She moves your hand away from her wrist, abusing your cunt. You close your eyes, your whining and whimpering bouncing off of the bathroom walls, as Paige begins to smirk.

“My fuckin’,—Paige I’m—“

“Yeah, I know. Let that shit out.”

You cum, Paige’s fingers beginning to slow down, and she brings them to her mouth, licking them clean. “Shit, ma.” She says, watching you attempt to catch your breath.

She grabs your waist and helps you down from the counter, watching you shimmy back into your dress, and smacking your ass in the process.

“That was what—six minutes?” You check your phone, the time at eleven fifty-six.

“One minute past what you told me, Bueckers.” She scoffs, tilting her head slightly.

“I’ll make it two minutes, next time you let me.”

——

The countdown began.

“10… 9… 8…”

Paige reached out, her hand brushing against yours before intertwining her fingers with yours.

“7… 6… 5…”

She leaned in, her breath warm against your cheek. “You’re gonna make my year if you kiss me, ma.”

“4… 3…”

You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you tilted your head and closed the distance, your lips meeting hers as the room erupted into cheers.

“2… 1… Happy New Year!”

The world around you faded, the only thing that mattered was the way Paige kissed you—firm, slow, and full of promise. When you finally pulled back, both of you were grinning like fools.

“Made my year, baby.” Paige tells you, hooking her arm around your neck.

“Happy new year, Paige.”

[oikarma]

casual | part two

pairing: oscar piastri x reader, lando norris x reader

summary: one emotionally constipated girl, one best friend, and one lando.

a/n: so i mixed up imola and monaco's order so imola doesn't exist spanish GP is next!! also like yn has issues wtf

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user1 did you get laid

user2 so mafia core

maxfewtrell Are you okay, mate?

lando just peachy maxfewtrell What's all this about sins? lando nothing much

user3 THE SONG CHOICE????

user4 wtf

yourinstagram some sins didn't stay in me

lando you're funny yourinstagram always a pleasure

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oscarpiastri P2 is a podium. That'll do, thanks team!

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yourinstagram k so i already smiled politely now i need to find the best pictures

oscarpiastri What an honor. user1 is she going to post him? awww

user2 PAPAYA ON TOP

user3 🧡

user4 he's so pretty i could cry

lando cute trophy

oscarpiastri Thanks mate.

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user1 bro why is it so adorable

user2 @/yourinstagram make me one pls

oscarpiastri Wasn't aware I was orange.

yourinstagram ru still complaining i made a cookie person for you and you're COMPLAINING? oscarpiastri I'm messing with you. Very cute. user3 "very cute" as in "very cute cookie" or as in "very cute y/n" user4 r they in love

user5 is this a soft launch??

user6 can't blame a girl for trying

mclaren appearance!

yourinstagram couldn't forget my fave team <3

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mclaren All smiles for OP81 ahead of Imola.

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user1 admin just say it you ship y/n and oscar liked by mclaren

user2 i do not believe they're not dating the way he LIT UP when he saw her and he had to like sit down because he didn't believe she was there

user3 and she's literally at every other race but it still means so much to him?? god?? i just want a man to love me like that??

user4 lmao lando scowling he's just jealous y/n took his man

user5 hear me out its the other way around user6 no wayyy he wouldn't go after oscar's girl user7 besides they barely interact with each other

user8 tate liking a mclaren post?

user9 well her bff is about to become a wag soooo user10 calling it rn

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[nineteenninety-six]

Since you opened it, well could you write Langdon and teenage daughter discovering he’s using, like maybe she’s just visiting him bringing lunch, angsty since you love that

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Pairing: Frank Langdon x Daughter!Reader

AN: I'm not completely sure if this is what you wanted but I hope you enjoy either way! :)

TW: drug mentions. mentions of drug usage/abuse/addictions etc.

You hummed as you walked through the bustling waiting room of the emergency department, your fathers lunch held tightly in your hand. The receptionist buzzed you through without a problem, easily recognising you.

You waved at Perlah as you passed by the nurses charge station as you walked to the lockers. Your visit was only supposed to be brief, dropping off the lunch your father had left behind that morning before you left him to his very important work.

You spotted your father with Robby by his locker and you were just about to call out when you realised that they were having an intense conversation. It didn't look like the usual dispute they have regarding a parent, it was way more personal. You couldn't see your father's face but Robby looked almost betrayed as he spoke to him.

You quietly step closer and listen to their conversation. Your father was facing away from you and Robby was facing you but he was so engrossed in his conversation with your father, he hadn't noticed you. 

"Frank, have you been helping yourself to benzos from the ER?" Robby asked.

You blinked in shock at the accusation Robby was throwing your fathers way.

"Yeah, I've been stealing blood too." Your dad replies sarcastically at Robby's bizarre question.

"I asked you a question." Robbie was dead serious.

"Wait, are you serious? What are you doing?" Your dad ranted as Robby faintly nodded along, "Really? Santos? Whatever the hell she told you is bullshit."

Robby sighs, "I didn't mention Santos."

"You didn't have to. I told you, she is trouble."

You watched as your father became frustrated as the situation escalated, the two of them going back and forth.

"Have you ever taken a patient's medication?"

"This is insane. This is completely fսcking insane."

"I need you to open your locker."

"Yeah, right."

"Open your locker." 

"You're gonna regret…"

"Open your fսcking locker, or I will have security smash it open."

You flinch when Robby slams his fist against the locker, stifling the gasp that wanted to escape. You had never seen the doctor act like that before and you watch with wide eyes as your father reluctantly keys open his locker and Robby throws its  contents to the floor as he searches for the pills before stepping back successfully. 

Robby sighed as he turned around to face your dad with the bag of pills in his hand, "Is the imprint code on these pills gonna match Louie's Librium?"

At your fathers answering silence, Robby shakes his head in disbelief, his eyes watering with tears. 

"What the hell?" You slowly step towards them, still in shock at what you witnessed.

Your father and Robby turn to face you, caught off guard by your appearance. Your father looked at you with wide eyes, fear in them as he wondered how much you had overheard, while Robby looked incredibly sad as he realised what you had just witnessed.

"...Take your daughter and go home Frank" Robby suggested quietly.

"No, no, it's not like you think." Your dad began to desperately explain himself, turning towards you, "You remember, whenever I helped grandpa and grandma move, I was too cheap to pay for movers. I hurt my back."

You nod, remembering him having to spend a few days off work stuck at home on the couch with a bad back.

Your dad turned back to Robby, "I told you that. You teased me about it, remember? Well, our own Dr. Hagan prescribed me some pain meds and muscle relaxants. I was just weaning myself off. It was just for maintenance. I'm done. Robby, come on. You know me, Robby. You know me, man. I'm sorry. I fսckеd up. I just... I... I was trying to…"

Robby was once again close to tears, hands rubbing over his face in frustration. Frank stealing drugs from patients wouldn't just leave them down a doctor but it would warrant an investigation into a department, every single personnel would be investigated, people would be let go and Gloria will take the opportunity to finally sell off the department. This wasn't just about Frank.

"Trying to what? Steal pills without getting caught?"

"No, it's not like... you don't under-…"

"I don't fսcking understand?"

"It's not like you think! I'm not high. I'm not high. You've seen what I do, Robby. Could a drսg addict do what I do?"

You're rendered speechless, you desperately wanted to speak up and defend your father but Robby was so angry. As you watched the two of them you realised that Robby's anger is silent, it showed itself in the shakiness of his hand and the tears in his eyes but just like everyone, he had a limit and he was rapidly approaching it.

"Apparently." Robby picked up the discarded items he threw to the floor earlier and chucked them into Frank's arms, "And I just fսcking let him! You're done. Leave now, or I will have Ahmad escort you out."

"Robby, please." Your dad was begging for his mentor's understanding. 

"You are done." Robby scoffed, "Go Frank."

You see your dad open his mouth to speak up to fight for Robby's understanding but you knew that would end in another blow out argument so you inched closer and spoke up.

"Dad…le-let's go"

Your dad's head snapped over to you as if he had forgotten that you were there. Robby nodded along, he didn't want this to get any worse.

You make your way over to your dad, taking some of the items from his hands and into yours. Your grip was gentle as you grab your dad's arm and turn him around, guiding him towards the exit and just before you exit through the doors, you turn your head to look over at Robby who looks at you with a face full of guilt, sadness and disappointment.   

You don't say anything as you leave the hospital with your father, silently crossing the street to the park opposite the hospital. Even as you settle onto a bench, neither of you utter a word and as you breathe in the fresh air you realise how rapidly your heart was racing during the confrontation and was only just beginning to even out.

You didn't even know what to say, because what could you say about your current situation? Your dad not only had a drug problem but he was stealing from patients which would get him fired and probably get his medical license revoked which will create so many problems for their family that you currently did not want to think of.

You hear your dad take a deep breath as if he was preparing to speak but his breath was stuttered on the way out and the stuttering descended into weeping. You didn't look at him as he cried, your hands still clenched around the bag of your fathers lunch and his casual clothes. You didn't know what to say, what could you say to your father whose life is falling apart around him at this very moment but you couldn't just remain sitting there doing nothing.

You cleared your throat as you shifted in your seat and you passed him the brown paper bag of his lunch, highly doubting that he had anything more than a protein bar during his shift. After what had just gone down, a little food would probably make him feel a little better.

"You should eat."

Your dad takes the bag without question and inhales the sandwich in a few bites, following it quickly with the protein bar. You sort out the clothes as he eats, folding them away into his backpack along with his trainers.

"I'm sorry" Your father's words are quiet, ashamed not only at his actions but the fact you had witnessed go down.

"Does your back still hurt?" Despite everything, the thing you are most concerned about is his health.

"I don't know…I've taken so much that it numbs everything." Your dad admits, "B-but I'm not a drug addict y'know. I'm not an addict, I don't need them to survive, I'm not high, I'm fine!"

"Grandma and grandpa moved like nine months ago and there were lots of pills in the baggy" You remind him, "I don't hate you. I love you so much but you need help."

"I was scared, I am scared. As more time passed and I couldn't wean myself off, I got scared about looking for help. I dug myself deeper and deeper into a hole."

"Maybe Robby can help?" You suggest.

Your father scoffs, "Robby hates me, I betrayed him."

"I don't think he hates you," You counter, "He's upset, angry and yeah, betrayed but he doesn't hate you. You've worked together for years, he knows you and he knows you're a good man and a great doctor and that's why he's upset. He's upset because you didn't come to him for help."

"Shit," Your dad presses his hands to his face, "Look at me, I've fucked up so badly my daughter is giving me life advice."

"Is this you telling me not to pursue psychology?" You joke.

"Nah, you'd be good. You'll be a good doctor too, as long as you don't follow your dad's footsteps."

"We'll you're the best doctor I know. That plaster job you did on my knee when I was six? Ten out of ten, best treatment I've ever had." You joke again, wanting to distract your father for a moment.

"Yeah well you and your brother may be the only patients I'll ever treat again after today."

"Let's just go home." You say as you stand from the bench, "Give it a few days and once everything has calmed down you can message Robby, he'll no doubt give you much better advice than I have."

Your dad stands and pulls you into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he murmurs into your ear, "Thank you sweetie."

"Let's go home," He pulls away and takes his backpack away from you, swinging it onto his shoulder when his phone goes off. He pauses as he pulls his phone out of pocket, reading the alert when he freezes, his eyes going wide in shock.

"What's wrong, did Robby tell Gloria already?" You ask.

Your dad slowly shakes his head, "There was a shooting at Pittfest."

"And most people will come here" You say, remembering that the hospital was a MTC.

"I've got to go back to work."

You didn't know if that was the best idea considering how angry Robby was but on the other hand, Robby would never turn away good experienced hands like your fathers during a major incident. 

"You go straight home, okay? Text me once you get there, even if I won't see it straight away, I need to know okay?" Your father pulls you into another hug waiting until you nodded in response before he hurried off back to the hospital, jogging through the park.

"I love you!" You call out.

"Love you too kid!" Your dad replies before he disappears out of your view.